Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Side

Ghetto gospel, all thugs pray, hear me Lord, yo

If killin' is wrong, God forgive me for my sins
And all my evil thoughts fuckin' my girlfriends
God bless my family and the I bagged in the Camry
And any extra that come in handy

Not to play but for things that's corrupt
But the knows this world is all fucked up
In God's eyes, every nigga is equal
To some crackers, we 'cause we livin' lethal

And anythin' we gots to get, to get got nigga
Even if somebody, gots to get nigga
Why not? A whole lot of died on my block
And I see the still free, so fuck cops

We got no love for the Lord, why we pack gats
When them pop, bitch cops, where They at?
Probably somewhere at Dunkin'
While child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And to God, I don't end up six feet deep
if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
Let me die on some and all my bitches at my wake

God, forgive me for all my sins, Lord please
Psalms 23, the Lord is my and the gun's my weapon
Reppin' my upper sections, blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this that my soul should warn

Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff
Nigga, we lust to bust and we trust
The copped me a path, now that's righteous
I'm tight 'cause my peeps was breathin' they last

we was, bubblin' in the valley of death
I went to jail and end up bein' the last left
Now, I no evil and hear no evil
Just threw the silencer on my Desert

Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the
And thugs who won't pull out and put up in me
gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gonna me

Hey, black child, child, now let me load my heat
Before I go to sleep and pray to God, I don't end up six feet
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on papers
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my

Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street pray
Now let me hit the streets so my kids eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long
All the in the street got love for me
Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.

I don't give a nigga, I die for I N C
And ride for everybody ride for me
All my bitches out there gave me slow nizzie
Make of remi, keep 'em so pissy

Now let me load my before I go to sleep
And to God, I don't end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I
Let me die on some papers and all my at my wake

Word to god, bless all my people, all my good people
Alright, c'mon nigga, go